Where the hell is Kade? He’s supposed to stop this. I swallow hard, letting my gaze flick to his lips briefly. I really don’t want to kiss him.
“Make no mistake, I have been.”
Michael’s fat, wet tongue slips out to moisten his lips and I can tell he’s contemplating moistening mine, too. Fuck, I hope not. I’m sure I’ll gag. There’s also the fact that if he kisses me, Kade will, or more than likely, kill me, too. Why would he want to kiss someone who made out with his dad?
Michael roughly tugs at my dress, pulling it up over my hips and desperately, I try to push it down. “Wait!” I want to call out for Kade, but I don’t want to give away his position.
“There’s no waiting now, honey. I want in.”
His hand snaps to my throat and he steals my air as he grips my windpipe with all his might. Oh, hell. What have I gotten myself into? Is it just me, or do I always put myself in unnecessary situations? So much for my survival instinct.
Then, as if Kade heard my panicked thoughts, Michael’s eyes widen and I glance at his throat. Sure enough, Kade’s shiny thin blade digs into his father’s neck.
“What the fuck is this?” Michael spits at me, but all I can do is pull back from him as he unwraps his fingers from my neck. I gasp for air and rub my throat as I watch the blade sink into his throat, making its own slit to slide into. Blood sprays my face as the metal is pulled quickly across his flesh. I watch in shock as Michael gurgles and drops to his knees. The red liquid pours from the slice in his neck and covers his light grey suit and light blue tie. The acid in my stomach burns as it churns and bile threatens my throat. I cover my mouth with my hand. Now’s not the time to throw up. Now we need to clean and hide the body… but before that, and more importantly, WHY DID KADE TAKE SO DAMN LONG?
“God!” I hiss, pushing my dress down and sliding off the table. “How long were you going to let that go on for?”
He points the knife in my direction. Blood stains its sharp edge and the tips of Kade’s fingers, but it doesn’t scare me. “You’re mad at me? You’re not the slightest bit curious to see what I have that makes your son so obsessed?” he teases, aggressively mimicking me.
“Oh, please.” I gently swat his knife out of my face. “I was just playing along with your game. I didn’t mean any of it.”
With a resigned sigh, he slips the knife back into his pocket and produces a white handkerchief. “Here,” he says, handing it to me. “You have blood on your face.”
I reach out for it. My hands are trembling, shaking like never before and Kade pulls the clean sliver of fabric back. “You’re shaking.” Somehow, his statement sounds like a demand, so I drop my hands and he steps closer, extending his ever steady limb towards my face.
Gently, he dabs at Michael’s blood that paints my skin. I wonder how I look to him… blood spattered face and sex hair—nothing like the perfect picture of sophistication he always wants me to be, I bet.
“We did it,” I mutter, watching his face. I don’t know what I expect him to do… cry? Maybe.
He just killed his own father… without saying a word to him. He’s dead—gone—never to be seen or heard again. To my surprise, Kade’s lips twitch. “Yes, we did.”
I peek down at Michael’s dead body. There’s no life in his eyes… if death is a sad thing, why aren’t I crying? I’m shaking, but I think it’s more leftover adrenaline than anything else. I look back at Kade. He’s watching me, his eyes burning intensely, and suddenly I become hyper aware of his fingers dragging up my inner thigh. Instantly, my throat dries and I begin to pulse in rhythms only he can compose. We still have things we need to finish, but I’m certain right here, right now is not a good time. If we’re caught, however, this might be the very last time I ever see him or get to feel him. Fuck it. I rush forward as he tosses his handkerchief and grips my face. Kade’s dark, volcanic eyes flick between mine and I know he’s thinking of something to say. A thank you, maybe? Whatever it is, I nod my head in recognition. He doesn’t have to say a thing. He never has. His actions give away more than his words ever could.
He crushes his mouth to mine in a powerful kiss that steals my breath and pushes me back against the table. I let my legs fall apart as his fingers reach the apex of my thighs, but he doesn’t touch me there, instead, he moves to my ass and he spreads his hands along both my cheeks and squeezes, possessively. I gasp as he thrusts his hips and hard length against me, the eagerness in his moves shooting lightning bolts through my body. He wants to do this now? His kiss spins my hormones into a feral swirl of naughty, naughty thoughts. Maybe this is what he needs to cope with what he did. Kade feverishly drags his mouth from my lips and across my cheek before stopping at my ear. He breathes harshly through his nose and I hear him play with his zipper. Excitement—indecent excitement—courses through me—and whispers in a thick, husky tone, “Sit back, pull your knees up.”